Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.